The Blessed Anthem of Spring

They summon
Creeping phlox to sashay
The garden floor with red velvet
Carpet in fancied anticipation
For the Queen of hearts
Strolling majestic Rose of Sharon
Robed fine in high feathers

The Queen shakes
Her pristine glory but a moment
Escapes her own crown
Petaled dress and thorn
To seize a stare
At hidden hostas
Basking in shadow
Astray from pelting heat of day
And pomp of the Queen

The fair plume grass
Sports a laugh
Bellows hard towards the open sky
Crowded lanky lavenders snicker in awe
As they flap in the open wind
The Petunias cheesing
Quickly clean their grins

Myriads of wild flower
Douse the countryside
Against the sprawling meadows
But do not know the fair of the Queen
Flurries of dandelion populate
The open field as peasants teem
But are ignorant of solemn majesty

Peonies prance
Like ponies in peace
Keeping to self
All conflict ceased
Without care to the world
Like lilies of the valley
Full of a spirit of meekness
With no aim to please
A dying soul

Honey’s bumbling butlers
Drift to and fro
Lapping nectar smoothies
Flying low to the ground
Enjoying the drinking season’s
Festivities
With open ears

Curious climbing Clematis
Scurries anxiously
Up a fence in a hurry
Twisting and turning
While churning out
A cluster of his fair blooms

The Queen of Sharon
Quivers her petal-wings
Adjusts her particular stem
Signals the clanging cymbal team
And stately Gladiolus trumpets
To sing the blessed Anthem of Spring

She directs the garden symphony
With a twirl
And all living things scream with joy
And all living things thoroughly enjoy the sound of Spring